Sometimes it's easier to remember the bad days and forget about the good days... why is that? I have to remind myself that we have so many good days when everything seem to work out, all things are in place (or almost everything), and things go well at home.

But then some are really difficult. I know for sure that when I'm not good, Nolan knows right away. He can sense that something is wrong with mommy even when I try not to show him. I explained to him that sometimes mommy is not feeling too well, and that I's trying my best and it may not be perfect but I'm trying. He understands. He still smiles to me when he sees me. I wonder if that innocence ever will last.